I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"Good! Good! Good! Happy! Happy!"

Miyamoto Musashi laughed loudly and was excited.

This is his pursuit.

This was the joy and shock that came from the bottom of his heart when he first held the sword. Over the years, he had been burdened by fame and fortune, and now he finally found himself.

Miyamoto Musashi's true energy, blood, Yangshen, and even the two-sword style he practiced hard all his life were all integrated into a pair of fleshy palms, and his heart was like a sharp blade.

No fear, no panic, no ups and downs, no victory or defeat, no power, no reputation, no worries, and no hesitation.

In addition to the powerful enemies like dragons and tigers in front of him, there are only a pair of fleshy palms and a pair of indestructible samurai swords.

The complex moves are simplified, and the sword light is condensed.

A heavy weight seems to be light, a big skill seems to be clumsy, and it divides rivers and seas.

No matter how powerful Shen Lian's moves are, how powerful his fists and palms are, or how powerful his kicks are, Miyamoto Musashi can break through powerful moves with just a wave of his palm.

In the same way, no matter how refined and pure Miyamoto Musashi's sword is, how simple it is, how heavy it can be, but it seems to be trapped in the core of the battlefield by a dragnet, fighting left and right, unable to escape.

The energy between the two of them is getting stronger and stronger.

The people watching the battle at the foot of the mountain felt time and time again that the two men's energy had reached its limit, that they would inevitably fall if they were too strong and regretful, but the two men could continue to improve amidst the roar of swords and fists.

Everyone knows that when the energy of two people is raised to the limit, it will inevitably be a fatal blow.

But, where are their limits?

A pair of fists and a pair of samurai swords fought to the death in the clouds, mountains and fog. Shen Lian felt a pinprick-like pain in his body, and Miyamoto Musashi heard an overwhelmed and crumbling explosion from his bones.

"That's the pressure I'm after!"

Miyamoto Musashi knew what he was missing.

What he lacks is the perfect harmony of spirit, energy and spirit.

His sword castration is too powerful, too extreme, and too powerful. Although it can kill the enemy, it will also bite him back.

Ordinary masters can be wiped out with one strike. Facing a top master like Shen Lian, his own shortcomings will be targeted infinitely. Every time he fights, Miyamoto Musashi can feel the inner strength like a vast ocean.

Miyamoto Musashi found his way forward.

The path ahead for him is not the body of a vajra, nor the strength of a dragon or an elephant, nor even the harmony of spirit, energy, and spirit.

He wants to make his longboard even longer.

When this long board holds up one pillar to the sky and becomes the pillar supporting the sky, it will be the pinnacle of oneself.

Steady and steady is Shen Lian's martial arts, which is the characteristic of Central Plains martial arts. This is not Japanese martial arts, it is not Miyamoto Musashi's martial arts, and it is not the sword in his hand.

"Here comes the knife!"

Two samurai swords flew into Miyamoto Musashi's hands.

"Here comes the gun!"

Gu Wen popped out the gun case.

The katana suddenly arrived.

The two knives burst out with extremely brilliant brilliance.

The sword energy reaching the sky and the earth cut through the white clouds, as if cutting through time and space, and slashed towards Shen Lian's chest and abdomen.

The tangible katana becomes intangible.

In Shen Lian's senses, the two samurai swords are both in front of his chest and as if they are outside the sky. He can see the tangible and qualitative sword energy, but he cannot feel the breathtaking and decisive sword intent, and cannot hear the harsh sound of the swords. .

The phantoms in the sky were frozen by the sword's intention, and then disappeared into nothingness. The sound of thousands of evil ghosts crying suddenly appeared in Shen Lian's ears, and his eardrums almost burst.

The sword light is coming!

This time it's not a phantom, it's real.

The ultimate essence.

Extremely fast and accurate.

The profound mysteries of Japanese martial arts were brought to the extreme by Miyamoto Musashi. Even if a huge mountain blocks the road, he will be split in half when faced with this world-class sword.

The sword slashed furiously, golden flowers flying everywhere. Shen Lian was like a puppet made of copper and iron, being cut in half without any resistance and falling neatly to both sides.

The cloud shadows dissipate.

Two samurai swords slashed into Shen Lian's ribs.

A little blood flowed from the corner of Shen Lian's mouth.

Miyamoto Musashi looked down, and a spear pierced his chest. His strength was exhausted.

But it was a desperate move by the two of them. Miyamoto Musashi only hit the phantom, but at the same time, he used this move as bait to find Shen Lian's true body.

The two samurai swords were like crab claws, slashing hard under Shen Lian's ribs, trying to cut Shen Lian in half...

Miyamoto Musashi succeeded.

His sword broke through the dragnet.

His spiritual sense locked onto Shen Lian's trace.

Miyamoto Musashi failed.

Shen Lian's gun was faster and harder than he imagined.

Thunder and lightning, thrust in the air, killing with one strike.

This is Miyamoto Musashi's best move, and he used this move to defeat Sasaki Kojiro.

Now that his heart was pierced by this move, Miyamoto Musashi not only did not feel disappointed, but also felt quite happy.

If you can see the way forward before you die, you can realize your full potential and shine with all your glory, what is there to regret? This is his greatest luck!

If a warrior doesn't die in a duel, will he die on his bed?

The muscles in Shen Lian's body squirmed quickly, squeezing out the katana, and the Heavenly Silkworm Kung Fu automatically started to sew the wound from the inside, quickly stopping the flow of blood.

He waved his hand to blast out a deep pit and put Miyamoto Musashi's body and the katana in it.

Then he raised his palms to form a knife, cut the stone, and cut it into a flat stone tablet. He imitated the artistic conception of Miyamoto Musashi's decisive blow and wrote "Miyamoto Musashi's Tomb."

After doing this, Shen Lian quickly went down the mountain.

The Japanese warriors have been waiting for a long time.

Of course they can feel that Miyamoto Musashi's energy has disappeared and he has obviously fallen, but they expect both sides to suffer losses, and they expect Shen Lian to be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

Looking at Shen Lian, who was leisurely walking down the mountain even though his clothes were in tatters, I felt like the world was spinning.

How could Shen Lian be so strong?

Even Miyamoto Musashi failed, who in Japan can defeat Shen Lian? How can we defeat Shen Lian?

Shen Lian said calmly: "You guys, should you swarm up and attack us, or should you get out of the way?"

"you you you……"

"Shen Lian is here, who dares to fight me!"

"Shen Lian is here, who dares to fight me!"

"Shen Lian is here, who dares to fight me!"

After three loud shouts, the Japanese warriors at the foot of the mountain did not dare to move, let alone draw their swords and charge. They felt that Shen Lian was like a giant, staring at them with scarlet eyes. How could he have the courage to take action?

Every time Shen Lian shouted, the pressure would become heavier. Shen Lian shouted angrily: "Fight but not fight, retreat but never retreat, what do you want to do!"

"I...I...poof!"

The heavy pressure was crushing down. More than a dozen warriors could not bear it and vomited blood on the spot. Several were so frightened that their hearts were broken and they bled to death.

There was no need for Shen Lian to say anything else. These people knelt on the ground respectfully and sent Shen Lian off.

"Five years from now, my disciples will come here to practice. That is your chance to avenge your shame. Remember, this is your only chance. Work hard to teach your disciples!"

Shen Lian hugged him from left to right and strode away.

Yagyu Matajuro let out a long sigh.

He knew that the martial arts hearts of all the warriors present, including himself of course, were completely broken.

When facing Shen Lian in the future, even if Shen Lian didn't do anything, they would just look at them and fall to their knees, not daring to be disrespectful at all.

They have lost the courage to draw their swords.

So what Shen Lian said is to work hard to teach his disciples, not to work hard to practice martial arts. No matter how hard he practices swordsmanship, as long as he hears the word "Shen Lian", his muscles and bones will become weak.

"Yagyu-kun, what should I do?"

"Either work hard to teach the disciples, or return to the family and commit suicide, or break the pot, or go home and look for a beautiful daughter, try to send her to the Shen family as a maid, and steal Shen Lian's marksmanship."

Yagyu Matajuro smiled coldly and said in his heart that you and I are different. I can kneel faster than you.

You are still thinking about how to please Shen Lian, but I have already gained his favor and gained the upper hand.

Yagyu Tajima Mamoru!

This title is really nice!

…

When Shen Lian returned to the military camp, the battle in the military camp was also over. After all, the Emperor of Japan could not control his thoughts and sent out masters to sneak attack and assassinate him.

Then he was ambushed by Tang Shunzhi.

The first is Dongchang’s Heaven-locking Arrow Array.

These Dongchang fanzi are the latest arrivals, and they are responsible for protecting the two princes, as well as the eunuchs who ward off evil spirits.

An evil eunuch who is responsible for catching ninjas.

Ninjutsu is flashy, and they are even flashier.

Behind the Sky Locking Arrow Formation is the Jin Yiwei's Musket Formation.

Breaking through the musket formation, there was the eight-door golden lock formation, then the Arhat Qimen five-turn formation formed by the old monks, and the Bodhidharma sword formation, and the final shield was

——Shen Lang, Wang Lianhua!

The two of them went to sea together to look for immortality on overseas islands. A few days ago, Shen Lian sent a letter to Shen Lang, inviting him and Wang Lianhua to discuss how to find mirages and provide military protection.

The masters sent by the Emperor of Japan worked hard to break through various formations. In front of them were Shen Lang, who was dozing on the recliner, and Wang Lianhua, who was smiling.

"Cousin, Lao Wang, thank you for your hard work!"

Shen Lian handed over a bag of red fruits.

"This is the fruit I picked in the mountains of Japan. It is a fresh fruit that has just ripened and is large and plump. It is the favorite treasure of the Japanese nobles. Let's share it together."

Wang Lianhua has no doubts about this.

Shen Lian's stomach is a bottomless pit, and he can eat up any amount of fresh fruit, but he likes to share by nature. He always gives good things to his friends, and he likes to have fun when eating.

Shen Lang reached out and picked up a fruit, but he only admired the color of the fruit without tasting the taste.

Shen Lian does like to share, but he will never say the word "share" when sharing. He specifically emphasizes sharing with everyone, which may cause some problems.

Over the years, Shen Lian has shared not only delicious food, but also various weird gadgets.

When Shen Lian eats something delicious, he must share it with his friends. If he eats something unpalatable, he must share it with his friends, especially fruits.

Shen Lang smiled and admired it.

Wang Lian was so angry that he wanted to scold her.

Such a beautiful fruit is so sour and astringent in the mouth that it is difficult to swallow, and I almost spit out gall water.

"Bah! What is this?"

"Tsk tsk tsk~ I didn't expect that the erudite Thousand-faced Prince Wang Lianhua doesn't know wild fruits. Go back and read the book carefully and learn more!"

Shen Lian put on the posture of an old scholar trying to encourage learning.

Wang Lianhua stretched out her hand and gently grabbed it, pressing it under Shen Lian's ribs: "The wound was sutured well, but you are really brave to seal the sword energy in your body."

Shen Lian smiled and said: "So now I will give you a chance to get revenge and help me stitch up the wound."

Wang Lianhua shook her head helplessly: "You are becoming more and more of a bastard. You ask people to treat injuries, but you provoke the attending doctor. If I add some ingredients to you, I will look like a chicken. If you don't add ingredients, I will feel aggrieved."

Shen Lian comforted him: "It's okay. You are not a generous person to begin with. You are just petty."

Wang Lianhua snorted coldly: "Then you threaten me. On the surface, you are comforting me, but in fact, you are threatening me. You are also petty."

Shen Lang rubbed his temples with a headache: "Can you two calm down? Shen Lian, you let Lao Wang treat your injuries first. Lao Wang, when he is healed, I will beat him with you. Don't argue with him now." .”

Wang Lianhua snorted: "Hmph! For Shen Lang's sake, I will help you once, but you have to find me an apprentice to inherit my legacy."

"What kind of apprentice?"

"Of course it's a disciple who is extremely smart, talented, and beautiful. If you can't find one, I'll pick one of your little tigers to be my disciple."

"Old Wang, to be honest, this suggestion is very, very tempting. How about you go to my house and have a look. If you like any little tiger, you can accept him as your apprentice. If you like them all, you can become our husband. "

Shen Lian raised his arm very generously.

Wang Lianhua is very qualified as a teacher.

First of all, he knows everything and can teach everything.

Even if a little tiger wants to learn fashion design or knitting, he can let Wang Lianhua learn it first and then teach him. He is simply omnipotent.

Secondly, Wang Lianhua is rather narrow-minded.

There are many manifestations of being petty, one of which is protecting one's shortcomings, very, very much.

Finally, there is no need to send bundles for repair.

Room and board included, no salary, 24/7, and hard work for sixty years. Just like Uncle Fu, he taught generation after generation and was called the Shen family's number one model worker.

From now on, his epitaph will be - the spring silkworms will not dry up until they die, and the wax torch will not dry up until they turn to ashes!

Wang Lianhua used a silver needle to guide the sword energy, cut open the wounds that Shen Lian had sutured, and used Shen Lian's internal strength to kill Miyamoto Musashi's sword intent while talking.

"You want me to work for free at your house? How can such a good thing happen? You go find me an apprentice!"

"I can't find it!"

"If you can't find it, keep looking! Otherwise I will tell all your romantic affairs."

"I don't have any romantic affairs. Why don't you tell me about my brother? His story is the most interesting."

"Which brother is yours?"

"Anyone will do, biological eldest brother, cousin, sworn brother, they all have stories!"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows.

Wang Lianhua showed a gossipy look.

Shen Lang wanted to throw the two goods into the sea.

Feng Siniang wanted to hear Wang Lianhua's story. Is there something she didn't know about Shen Lian's love affairs?

Shen Lian asked Wang Lianhua to treat his injury, which saved Wang Lianhua from the disaster. Otherwise, Zhu Tan, a weirdo, would definitely come to his door and ask Wang Lianhua to help him make elixirs.

This is Zhu Tan's biggest hobby in his life.

Compared to alchemy, he didn't even bother to look at prisoners such as Japanese female ninjas.

It was Tang Shunzhi who was interrogating them all.

The Emperor of Japan sent quite a few masters, including many elite ninjas. However, there was a monster like Shen Lang guarding the Chinese army, and they would capture as many as they came.

Among them are even the heads of the two ninja families, Koga and Iga. What a shame! (End of chapter)